煌びやかに浮かれた街の音は、
苦手とはいわないけれど、少しばかりむずがゆい。
贈り物というのも、どうにも言葉が重い。

それでも、この日くらいは“特別”を分かち合おう。
なんてことを思わなくもない。
見果てぬ航海の標とまではいかなくとも、
まぁ、たまのひと息に添えるものくらいなら
用意をしなくもない。

西の瞳が瞼を下ろす頃、
左手に、今は遠い極星を探しながら。

The glittering, frenzied sounds of the city are something I wouldn't say I dislike...but they do make me a little uneasy. The word "gift" feels heavy-handed. Yet, on a day like this, I can't help but think we should share something special.

I may not quite be the beacon that leads you on your endless voyage, but I wouldn't mind preparing something that could accompany you as a breath of fresh air. When her eyes, which had been on the sea, slide shut, her left hand searches for the Pole Star in the far distance.